A Song of MILFs and Trouble Chapter 5 (Patreon)

“Fucking hells, Lynesse!” Daemon groaned as she rode him like a pony.  Her long blonde hair was wild all around her; parts of it matted to her back by sweat.  The glistening skin and frenzied, lustful look in her eyes gave her the appearance of a succubus looking to drain him dry.

“Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods,” she cried, panting like she had run a mile.  He had made her cum multiple times over the last hour or so, but she was completely insatiable.  They hadn’t had much time together a couple days ago when he told her about what happened with Alerie, as he had needed to return home, and he had spent much of the previous day with Cersei, so he had found a very pent-up Lynesse when he finally arrived.

“I’m gonna cum!” Lynesse cried, “you’re going to make me cum again, you beautiful bastar…”

She was cut off by the sudden sound of her garage door opening and went still as a statue.

“Oh no,” she gasped, jumping off of his cock and going straight to her phone. “Fuck! I didn’t hear him text!”

“Your husband’s here?” Daemon hissed.

“Yes...damn it!” Lynesse swore. “Get dressed, hurry!”

Daemon’s cock wilted faster than he could recall.  Even if their marriage was an arrangement, he still didn’t relish the thought of getting caught.  Grabbing his pants, he got them on quickly, stuffing his boxers in his pocket before grabbing his shirt.  Lynesse was getting dressed just as rapidly and started brushing her hair as quickly as she could.

“Alright, you stay here while I distract him,” Lynesse said. “Give it two minutes and climb out the window, take a left, and book it.  Look around before you go and make sure you didn’t leave anything.”

“Should I make the bed?” Daemon asked.

“No, he’ll go to the den first thing, so I’ll take care of it then,” Lynesse replied. “I’ll text you later.”

“Okay,” Daemon said, not sure what else to say.

She left without another word, and Daemon made sure that he had his phone, wallet, and keys.  Aside from them and his clothes, he didn’t exactly bring much with him when he went to see the various women he was sleeping with.

Waiting the two minutes Lynesse had told him to, Daemon carefully contorted himself to get through the window and landed on the grass below with a careful roll.  Part of him wanted to ignore Lynesse’s advice to turn left and walk through the main street, thinking that he’d have a better chance of avoiding Jorah entirely if he climbed over the tall wooden fence in their backyard, but he figured that she knew what she was talking about and made his way onto the street.

“Just walk casually,” he thought to himself. “Get the fuck out, but don’t look like you’re running from a crime scene.  The last thing you need is…”

As if life itself were out to fuck him over, just as he was about to worry about police attention, he heard the distinct chirping of a cop car and froze.

“Fuck,” he muttered to himself.

“Can I help you, officer?” he asked.

“I saw you coming from that house just now,” the officer said, her voice stern. “What were you doing there?”

“I...uh, I’ve been doing some work for the lady of the house,” Daemon replied. “Her husband threw his back out, and there are some things that she can’t do and are beyond him just now.”

“So why did you climb out the window?” the officer asked.

“Money’s tight, and her husband is reluctant to pay anyone to do what he can’t,” Daemon explained, starting to sweat. “She’s a little more reasonable, and I’ve been doing work for minimal pay just as a favor.  Yard stuff mostly.”

“I’m going to need to see your ID,” she said.

“Um, sure,” Daemon said, reaching into his back pocket to pull out his wallet.  He handed his ID over.

“Daemon Targaryen,” she said before muttering something that almost sounded like ‘legal at least.’ “So you weren’t robbing the place?”

“I’d be a pretty shit burgler to try it while they were both home,” Daemon joked. “The husband showed up, and Lynes...Mrs. Mormont didn’t want to get into a fight with him over money, so I snuck out.”

“So what’s that in your pocket?” she pressed him.

“My poc…” Daemon reached down, felt up his bunched-up boxers, and grimaced. “I’m happy to see you?”

“Empty your pocket now,” she barked.

“Don’t you need a warrant or something?” Daemon asked.

“We could just check with the Mormonts if you prefer,” she said.

Realizing he was quite likely fucked, Daemon reached in and reluctantly pulled out the boxers, resulting in immediate laughter from the cop.

“So nothing you’re doing is illegal,” she said, “and you are free to go, but if you’re interested, I do have something that I could use your help with.”

“What is it?” he asked.

“My friend Mya recently got out of a really bad relationship, and she’s been staying with me,” the officer said. “I want to help get her out of her funk, and I figured that a young stud like you could be just what she needs.  So what do you say?  Are you willing to help a girl out?”

Wondering not for the first time if Ashara was a witch who had enchanted him to be catnip for older women, Daemon relaxed for the first time since Jorah came home early and took in the sight of the woman who had pulled him over.

Several years older than him, she had dark hair that she had put into a bun, and though she wore little to no make-up, she hardly needed it.  She had a strongish jaw for a woman, but it was offset by her full lips, prominent cheekbones, and cute button nose.  The slate-gray eyes and light dusting of freckles added to her looks.  Her uniform showed off little of her body, but Daemon figured that she was lithe and quite tall.

“She look anything like you?” Daemon asked in a low voice, cocking an eyebrow.

The officer actually blushed a little as she replied. “We’re similar in some ways, I guess.  Her hair’s darker, though, and her eyes are gorgeous.”

“Well, I’m happy to help out one of King’s Landing’s finest,” he chuckled.

“Get in,” she said, handing him back his ID and opening the passenger side door.

“I’m Dacey, by the way,” she said as he got in the car.

“So this friend of yours,” Daemon said after a moment, “you said she just broke up with a guy, right?”

“Yeah, a real dirtball,” Dacey replied.

“What caused them to break up?” Daemon asked. “I just want to know what to avoid mentioning.”

“She dared to turn twenty-nine,” Dacey spat.

“Seriously?” Daemon asked.

“Yeah, the prick’s already moved on to some ditzy twenty-year-old,” Dacey sighed.

Daemon couldn’t help but laugh humorlessly.

“Something funny?” Dacey asked, sounding offended.

“No, it’s just that her prick ex left her for getting older, while she’ll actually be the youngest woman I’ve slept with yet,” Daemon replied.

“So you are sleeping with the others,” Dacey said.

“What?” Daemon asked.

“A couple of weeks ago, an old woman who lives around here called in to say that a strange young man had been seen coming and going from the Baratheon house,” Dacey explained. “I ended up looking into it and finding out that Cersei Baratheon wasn’t the only lonely housewife that you had been ‘working for.’”

“So you knew I wasn’t a burgler?” Daemon asked, scowling slightly.

“I didn’t know anything for sure,” Dacey replied. “You could have been up to no good, so when I saw you coming from my creepy cousin’s place, I figured that I should check things out.”

“Jorah’s your cousin?!” Daemon asked, growing alarmed.

“Relax,” she replied. “As I said, the man’s a creep.  Pretty much the second I hit puberty, he started staring at me whenever I was around, and he’s nearly twenty years older than me.  I don’t care that you’re fucking Lynesse.”

Daemon relaxed again at that.  Given the fake nature of their marriage, he hadn’t felt particularly guilty about sleeping with Lynesse, but learning more about Jorah helped him feel even less guilty.

“Here we are,” Dacey said as she pulled into the parking lot of a small five-story apartment building and parked in one of the numbered spots.

Daemon got out of the car and was just closing the door when Dacey emerged.  The first thing he noticed was that he was right about her being tall.  He wasn’t exactly short, but Dacey was nearly his height.

“You should see me in heels,” she said, sounding amused.

“What?” Daemon asked.

“I know that look,” Dacey laughed, “the ‘wow, how frigging tall is that chick’ look.  Six feet even, by the way.”

She took off towards the front entrance of her building, and Daemon’s eyes were drawn to her arse.  The pants of her uniform weren’t exactly flattering, but she still looked like she had a tight, full arse.  The image of her in heels was suddenly much more enticing.

“Mya, you here?” she called out the second she entered her apartment.  Spartan was probably the best description for her decorating tastes, Daemon figured as he looked around, or minimalist if you wanted to be polite.

“Yeah, Dace, I’m…” Mya trailed off as she walked in, wearing a black tube top and gray sweatpants. “Er...hi.”

“Hello, I’m Daemon,” he said in greeting.

Mya stared at him for a moment before looking at Dacey and saying, “no way, really?”

“Did you think I was joking?” Dacey said.

“Yes!” Mya exclaimed. “Of course, look at me!”

Daemon did and found that he liked what he saw.  She was also quite tall, maybe two or three inches shorter than Dacey, and quite pretty.  Her coal-black hair and cobalt eyes looked familiar to him, though he couldn’t figure out why.  Combined with her pale, flawless skin, plump lips, and heart-shaped face, she was gorgeous.  Her figure was lovely too, if the sizeable mounds displayed by the tight top were any indication.

“You look beautiful,” Daemon said, smiling at her.

She looked him over and narrowed her eyes, saying, “are you even old enough to drink?”

“I’m old enough for far more fun things than drinking,” Daemon replied.

“He’s the one I told you about before,” Dacey explained, “the one who’s been shagging a bunch of lonely housewives.”

That made Mya pause and look at him with slightly more interest. “I suppose I could see that.”

“You complained just this morning about seeing Michael with that young tart,” Dacey said. “What better way to get back at the prick than to enjoy a young stud yourself?”

“I can think of a couple,” Mya said, her eyes growing murderous.

“Legal way,” Dacey amended.

Mya rolled her eyes and looked at Daemon more critically. “You know what?  Why not?  Just give me a little bit to freshen up.”

“I think you look lovely as you are,” Daemon said flirtatiously.

“Which is nice of you to say, but still…” Mya said. “I’m sure Dacey can keep you company for now, right, Dace?”

“That was the idea,” Dacey said, a hungry look on her face as she undid her bun and let her long, brown hair fall freely.

As Mya went into the bathroom, Daemon looked over at Dacey and cocked an eyebrow.

“I wasn’t sure on the way here if you meant to set me up with Mya or to join the two of you,” he said.

“Mya and I prefer men for the most part, but we’re open to having a little fun together now and then,” Dacey said. “It’s been years since we had a threesome, but I figured it would help cheer her up.”

“Such a good friend,” Daemon murmured, stepping towards her.

“I’m a giver,” Dacey breathed as their lips were only inches apart.

Daemon couldn’t have said who moved first, but the next thing he knew, they were all over each other.  Her kiss was passionate and hard, bruising as she tried her level best to devour his mouth.  He met the challenge with equal fervor, walking them forward until her back was pressed against the wall and his tongue was in her mouth.

Dacey snaked her fingers into his hair as they made out, and he brought his hands down to cup the generous cheeks of her unbelievably firm arse.

“If you’re half as good in the sack as you are a kisser, then I get why you’re so popular,” Dacey said as she ended the kiss.

“You’re not going to find out so overdressed,” Daemon said.

“I’m not the only one wearing too many clothes,” Dacey replied, staring at his hard physique through his tight shirt.

She pulled his shirt over his head and ran her hands down his muscular frame.  He wasn’t a bodybuilder by any stretch, but he had been very athletic his entire life, and it showed.  Undoing the buttons on her shirt unveiled a very lithe, solid body.  Her bra-covered breasts were small and looked very perky, but what truly drew his attention were the visible abs.  He had never had a thing for muscular women before, but he couldn’t say that he didn’t find her insanely hot.  Noticing a small, jagged scar on her left side, just between two of her ribs, he ran his thumb over it and looked at her questioningly.

“A shootout a couple years ago,” she said quietly. “The fucker grazed me.”

“You healed up well,” he said.

“I was lucky,” Dacey murmured.

He kissed her again as he undid her bra, coaxing her tongue out to duel with his.  She reached down to get his pants off, and his cock sprung out, standing proud.

“Holy shit!” she gasped as she saw him.  She grasped his cock, finding it sticky, and he cringed at having forgotten.

“Shit, I’m sorry about that,” he said, remembering only then that he hadn’t had time to clean himself at Lynesse’s. “I can duck into the bathroom once Mya’s done.”

Dacey just laughed and sank to her knees, saying, “you think this is the first time I’ve sucked pussy off of a cock?”

Daemon’s jaw dropped at her blunt words, and he felt his cock twitch in her hand.  Without another word, she wrapped her lips around his cock and started bobbing up and down on the thick shaft.

“Fucking hells, you’re good,” he groaned, his hands going to her head.  She glared up at him and let his cock slip out with an audible pop.

“No pushing,” she said flatly, going back down on him.

She didn’t have to tell him, as that was one thing that he had only ever done with Lynesse, but he was particularly careful not to put any pressure on her head as she took more and more of him.  He groaned loudly as she swallowed the last of him for a moment, burying her nose in his pubic hair.

She pulled back with a gasp and looked up at him, saying, “there, all clean.”

“You sure you didn’t miss a spot?” Daemon asked wryly.

“Cheeky cunt,” Dacey laughed as she stood back up.

Daemon pulled her in to kiss her again, groaning at the faint taste of pussy on her tongue.  Together, the two of them made short work of getting her pants off, and as he sunk his hand inside her panties to feel her cunt, she moaned and he grinned.

“Did sucking my cock really get you this wet?” he asked, his voice teasing.

“It’s quite the cock,” Dacey replied in the same tone. “I do hope you know how to use it.”

His eyes narrowed, and his cock throbbed at the blatant challenge. “Get on the bed.”

Her eyes darkened at his demand, and she sat down on the bed, her long legs held out for him.  He pulled off her pants and underwear and started kissing her thighs.  He could smell the tantalizing aroma of her arousal wafting from her hot, slick pussy, but he wanted to take his time.  Kissing his way up towards her sex, he skipped over it, earning a frustrated growl from the older woman, and kissed her other thigh.

“Damn it, just get on with it!” she growled.

“Patience, Dacey,” he said with a grin.

“I spent two hours dealing with a fucking domestic today; patience is the last thing I have,” she hissed.

Daemon laughed and decided to show mercy, giving her sex a long, probing lick.  She sighed as he nuzzled his nose into her thick brown curls and grabbed his head.  His dexterous and, by that point, experienced tongue went to work, gliding and dancing over her full, overheated nether lips in teasing, testing licks.  He had long since realized that every woman was a little different in her preferences when it came to being eaten out, and he worked to figure out what Dacey liked best.

“Fuck, you actually seem to like doing that,” she moaned softly.

“Mmhmm,” he mumbled against her as he went, giving her clit a gentle kiss that made her shiver.

He probed her seeping entrance, feeling the slick, silky walls against his tongue, and tasted her deeply.  He was growing to seriously love the taste of pussy.  Her sighing and panting grew more pronounced as he went, giving way to breathy moans that sounded oddly gentle from the otherwise stern and serious woman.

When Daemon felt her thighs begin to shake around his head, he decided to go in for the kill and moved to her clit.  It was slightly larger than any he had seen before and more fully emerged from its hood, and he was unsure if it would be too sensitive, so he swirled his tongue around it gently to start with.

“Oh fuck yes,” she groaned, her fingers digging harder into his scalp. “Just like that.”

He brought two fingers to her quivering hole and pushed inside with ease.  Probing for her g-spot, he continued teasing her clit with his tongue.  Just to see how she’d react, he flicked his tongue over the throbbing nub directly.

“YES!” she cried. “Gods, yes, more!”

She didn’t have to tell him twice.  Like a quivering eel, his long tongue swiped over her clit again and again, maintaining the same pressure that had made her cry out for more.  He found a distinct rough patch inside her and grinned.  He rubbed the spot directly, the pads of his fingers digging in against the sensitive flesh.

“Holy fuck!” Dacey moaned. “Don’t you fucking stop!”

She devolved into unintelligible babbling from there as she raced towards her orgasm.  He kept up the dual assault on her clit and g-spot at the same pace, not daring to alter what he was doing in the slightest with her this close.  A keening squeal echoed through the room as she came, her back arching off of the bed and her powerful thighs squeezing his head.  He drew out her pleasure for as long as he could, his face getting drenched with her fluids.

“Fuck me,” she panted as her orgasm abated.

Daemon cocked an eyebrow as he emerged from between her thighs. “That a request?”

“Give me a minute,” she managed to get out as she tried to catch her breath.

Daemon couldn’t help but feel smug about how hard he had clearly made her cum.  He moved to her taut stomach, seeing the slight sheen of sweat on her abs.  He had never seen a woman in such good shape up close, and he wanted to get a closer look.  Kissing the small muscles, he trailed his tongue between them.

“You like my abs?” she asked, sounding amused.

“Mmhmm,” he replied as he tasted her salty sweat, moving his way up to her small breasts.  Burying his face between the perky mounds, he brought his hands up to knead and squeeze them.

Dacey just sighed, snaking her fingers around his neck as he started worshiping her tits.

“You’ll have to cum on them,” she said, reaching down to grab his cock.  At his groan, she added, “Mya will happily lick your cum out of my abs.  You want to watch that?”

“Gods, Dacey,” he groaned.

“Fuck me, Daemon,” she said.  It was voiced as an order, and he wasn’t about to deny her.

Taking his cock in hand, he lined himself up and pushed.  The head of his cock slipped inside the older woman’s silky heat, and Dacey groaned at the feeling.

“Fuck, you’re big,” she sighed as he spread her cunt wide. “A nice big cock, and you love eating pussy?  I see why you’ve got women twice your age cheating on their husbands with you.”

“None of them are in good, or even real, relationships,” Daemon said defensively.

“Daemon, so long as you don’t break the law, I don’t care,” Dacey said. “Now show me what you can do, stud.”

Daemon buried the rest of his cock inside her in one long thrust, pride filling him as Dacey moaned.

“Oh gods, I feel so full,” she groaned.

He moved with long, slow thrusts, letting her get used to his girth while he just enjoyed the feeling of her hot, slick walls clinging to him.  He had had it beaten into his head by that point that starting slow was as important as making sure the woman was really wet first, given his size.  Dacey had other ideas, though, and quickly wrapped her long, toned legs around his waist and pulled him in tightly.

“Harder!” she barked. “Don’t hold back.”

Daemon looked her in the eye, seeing the clear lust shining in those gray orbs, and grinned.  Picking up the pace, he started fucking her hard.  She squeezed her legs around him harder, and started bucking her hips up against him, their bodies slapping on every thrust.

“Fucking hells, you’re so deep,” she moaned. “Harder!”

He tried fucking her harder, already going as brutally as he ever had with Lynesse, far beyond what his other lovers liked.

“Hard…” she grunted in frustration and, with surprising ease, flipped them over so he was on his back. “Like this.”

She rode him like a bucking bronco, bouncing and grinding on his cock like a woman possessed.  Her hips were a blur as she moved, grunting and growling like a beast.  It was easily the hardest he had ever been fucked, and Daemon just focused on holding back.

“Gods, I love this cock,” she groaned. “You feel so fucking good in me.”

“Holy fuck, Dacey!” he moaned.  It felt like his cock was being milked by her powerful inner muscles.

She grinned down at him and squeezed his cock hard, making him groan.  He knew that he had to make her cum soon if he was going to last long enough.  Eyeing her tits, which were jiggling as she moved despite their small size, he grabbed the pert mounds and gently pinched her nipples.

“Fuck yes, pinch them harder,” she cried.

Daemon pinched them hard, and her moans grew louder.  He felt her inner walls start to flutter and decided to sit up.  Bringing a nipple to his lips, he sucked the hard nub between his lips and massaged it.  Pinching the other one still, he switched between the two and brought his free hand down towards her pussy.

“Oh shit, oh fuck,” she moaned as she neared her climax. “That feels amazing; you feel so good, just like...gah...just like that just...FUCK!”

She screamed as she came, her already tight pussy clenching hard around his cock.  Daemon flipped them over, continuing to fuck her through her orgasm as his own approached.  At the last second, he pulled out and let go with a roar, covering her muscular stomach with his milky-white seed.  He collapsed on his side next to her when he finished, panting like he had run a marathon.  He had been on the bottom for most of it, and that was still one of the most tiring fucks he’d ever had.

“Holy shit, I think the whole building heard you two,” Mya said.  Daemon rolled onto his back to look at her, surprised that he hadn’t even heard the door open.  She was naked, the closest thing to clothing on her being the towel around her hair, and Daemon openly looked her gorgeous form up and down.  She was a stunning little thing, pale from head to toe, with sizable breasts and wide, child-bearing hips.  Every inch of her from the head down was hairless, and between her fleshy, wet-looking pussy and her hard, pink nipples, Daemon found himself salivating at the sight.

“You...are in for a treat,” Dacey panted. “I haven’t cum that hard in ages.  He’s just the kind of guy we used to bring back to my old place back in the day.”

“I can see that,” Mya said, looking at his half-hard cock with open lust.

“Yeah, that too,” Dacey said with a throaty chuckle.

“Fuck, he painted your abs white,” Mya moaned.

“She said something about you wanting to lick it up,” Daemon said, cocking an eyebrow.

“Tell her to be a good girl and lick me clean,” Dacey said.

Daemon grinned wickedly at the blue-eyed woman staring at the friend like a deer in headlights, and, in a deep, commanding tone that never failed to get Ashara or Lynesse hot, he said, “be a good girl and clean her up.”

Mya stared at him in shock and whimpered, rubbing her thighs together.

“Fuck, Daemon,” Dacey chuckled. “I’m about as far from a sub as you can get, and even my pussy just quivered.  You’ve got the dom voice down.”

“Yeah, you do,” Mya said, walking over to her friend.  She got onto the bed and crawled over to Dacey, her fat ass swaying with each exaggerated movement.

Daemon stared, hypnotized by the sight, and felt his cock rapidly harden again.  If the sight of her arse didn’t get him hard again, what she did next certainly would have as she started lapping up his cum from her friend’s stomach.

“That’s it, you dirty little girl,” Dacey cooed, earning a whimper from Mya.

“Fuck me,” Daemon muttered, his cock throbbing at the scene in front of him.

“If you haven’t guessed yet, Mya is quite the submissive,” Dacey said. “Nothing gets her hotter than being used like a little cumdump.  Even the fact that I’m talking about her like she isn’t even here is getting her wet, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Mya whimpered.  She immediately got back to cleaning Dacey’s abs, sticking her tongue into the other woman’s bellybutton to scoop out the cum that had pooled there.

“So you want to be fucked like a little whore, is that it?” Daemon asked, his mouth right by the older woman’s ear.  When she didn’t respond, he smacked her arse hard enough to make the full cheek ripple and made her cry out.

“I asked you a question,” he growled.

“Yes!” she cried, “please. I haven’t been fucked right in so long!”

Daemon contemplated going down on her, but as he spread the lips of her smoldering cunt, she actually dripped onto the sheets.  Pushing two fingers inside her, he noticed that she wasn’t just wet; she was sopping.  He didn’t know how long it had been since her boyfriend dumped her, and even then, if their sex life had evaporated prior to the breakup, but she was clearly gagging for it.  Eating her out wouldn’t really fit with treating her like a whore, so he decided to do it later, if they had the time.  Lining himself up with her, he pushed inside, and his eyes nearly crossed at how tight she was.

“Holy fuck!” she cried out.

“Like a bloody horse, isn’t he?” Dacey laughed.

“Holy shit, that’s big!” Mya moaned.

“You’re tight as a fucking virgin,” Daemon groaned. “I’d seriously think you’d never had anything bigger than a finger in here.”

“That would explain a lot,” Dacey snarked.

“He wasn’t that small,” Mya protested softly.

“The dirtbag treated you like trash, and not in a fun way, and your first instinct is still to defend him?” Dacey asked.  Looking up at him, she said, “I think you need to fuck him out of her.”

Daemon was spreading her open carefully, using slow, shallow thrusts to conquer her vice-like depths inch by inch.  He grinned at the more assertive woman’s words.

“It shouldn’t be hard,” he said. “Once I give you a taste of how a real man fucks, you’ll never settle for less again.”

Mya whimpered into Dacey’s abs, by then almost cleaned of his cum and glistening with her saliva.  She had been letting out little whimpers and gasps as he sank more and more of his cock inside her, but she never paused her dutiful tongue bath for a moment.  As Daemon bottomed out inside her, he wondered what else she would do without question if ordered.

“It feels like you’re splitting me in half, Da…” she trailed off and looked back at him, indecision on her gorgeous face.

Daemon felt his cock throb inside her and, without thinking, asked, “were you going to call me Daddy?”

Mya just nodded as Dacey replied her, “yeah, that’s always been one of her kinks.  Used to drive me nuts listening to her scream ‘more Daddy,’ over and over again while I was trying to unwind.”

“So if Daddy wanted his little girl to eat Mummy’s pussy, would she do it?” Daemon asked, falling into character so fast it startled even him.

Mya’s jaw dropped, and she whimpered again, caught completely off guard.  Dacey, meanwhile, just laughed.

“Fucking hells, you’re a natural,” she said, snickering. “He’s got you pegged, huh?”

Daemon smacked her other arsecheek, making her yelp, and said, “we’ve both asked you questions now!”

“Yes, to both, yes!” she cried, her cunt quivering around his length.

“Then be a good girl and start licking,” he commanded, bunching her hair in his hand and pushing her head lower towards Dacey’s well-fucked pussy.

“Ah,” Dacey sighed, letting her head sink back into the pillows. “I had almost forgotten how good you are at that.”

Daemon felt her clench at that and figured that she was really into praise as well.  With long, slow strokes, he let her get used to his girth as he started fucking Mya.  Dacey had been more than willing to have him go hard and fast pretty much from the start, but he doubted that her friend would be the same.  When he felt her molten insides start to relax a bit, he picked up the pace.

He saw Dacey’s face start to contort in obvious pleasure and asked, “how good is she?”

Dacey nodded, saying, “she’s so good, such a good girl.”

“Are you a good girl, Mya?” he asked when he heard her moan.

“Yes, Daddy,” she replied, pausing only as long as it took to get the words out before going back to eating Dacey out.

“Good girls get rewards,” he said.  Digging his fingers into her hips, he started fucking her harder and faster, making her moan even louder into her friend’s cunt.

Her toes started to curl, and the fluttering of her inner walls grew more pronounced.  Daemon knew she was getting close and slowed down.

“Please, Daddy,” she whimpered.

“You’re going to have to make her cum first to earn your pleasure, baby girl,” Daemon murmured in her ear.

She shuddered and said, “okay, Daddy.”

Burying her face back between Dacey’s muscular thighs, she sucked the other woman’s large, throbbing clit into her mouth and started tending to it directly.

“Oh, fuck yes!” Dacey cried. “Just like that, Mya.”

Daemon fucked Mya slowly and leisurely to keep her close to the edge without pushing her over as she kept pleasuring Dacey.  Her whimpers and moans sounded increasingly desperate, and he could tell that she was doing everything that she could to speed up the other woman’s pleasure.  Dacey, for her part, was a quivering mess, hands buried in Mya’s hair as she practically fucked her friend’s face, desperately seeking her own release.

“YES!” she shrieked when she finally came, shaking and writhing with pleasure.

Daemon didn’t wait a moment to start pounding Mya again, fucking her even harder than before.

“Yes, Daddy!” she screamed. “More, more!”

He kept up his pace, pounding her hard enough that the sound of his hips slapping her arse on each stroke echoed through the room.  Every thrust forced another loud cry for more from her lips as she raced towards her peak.  He had kept her close to the edge while he teased her, and it didn’t take long for her to come undone with a euphoric wail.

“DADDY!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, her back arching and her cunt contracting around him almost painfully.  He felt a geyser of fluid soak his balls and realized that she was a squirter too.  Having already cum, he had no trouble fucking her through her titanic release, prolonging the soul-searing ecstasy as long as he could.

“I had actually forgotten just what a set of lungs she has on her,” Dacey commented as the other woman collapsed and crawled out from under her. “You finish?”

“No,” Daemon replied.

“Then see if you can get her off again,” she said. “She’s multi-orgasmic.”

Daemon grinned and grabbed her hair, close to her scalp.  Tugging gently, he pulled her head up, drawing an insensate moan from her.  She didn’t say a word, as if her orgasm had robbed her of the ability, and just moaned as he pulled half of his cock out of her.  Slamming forward again brought another wordless cry, and Daemon smirked.  He had already made her cum and decided to chase his own pleasure.  If he happened to force a series of mind-melting climaxes from her in the process, well, he doubted that she’d complain.

Dacey wandered off towards the bathroom, leaving him alone with Mya.  Keeping his grip on her hair, Daemon fucked her hard and fast, drawing even more delicious sounds from her.  With his free hand, he spanked her again and again, alternating from cheek to cheek as he went.  His grunts, her moans and screams, and the sound of her creamy pussy being split open again and again filled the room.

“Gah!” she squealed as she came again, her pussy fluttering around his pistoning cock again.

“I guess Dacey was right,” Daemon grunted, starting to feel his own climax approach. “Mya, I don’t know if you can hear me, but be a good girl and cum one more time.  Can you do that?”

The strangled cry he got in reply could have meant anything, but Daemon hoped that she had understood him.  He fucked her harder, his hips making her arsecheeks ripple with every thrust.

“Your body was made for getting fucked like this,” he growled.  “An ass this amazing, I could bend you over and fuck you like a bitch every day!”

She cried out, her fists gripping the sheets so hard that her knuckles turned white.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he asked. “You’d like being my personal cumdump, my bitch.  I could collar you and keep you just like this, naked and constantly available.  You’d be my little whore.”

“YES!” she screamed, the first word she had said in a while.

“If that’s what you want, then be a good girl,” he said, moving to whisper in her ear, “and cum for Daddy.”

She screamed so loudly that he’d be worried about the cops showing up if he didn’t have one on hand to talk to them.  Her cunt became a molten vice as she went off like a rocket, and Daemon couldn’t hold on any more.  He came harder than he had in a while, filling her molten depths with his seed.  The two of them bucked and writhed together as they rode out the waves of their pleasure.  When it finally passed, he collapsed down onto his forearms and just barely managed to roll over onto his back once his cock slipped out of her.

“You’re exactly what she needed,” Dacey said.  Daemon looked over to find her standing in the doorway, looking at the pair of them.

“To be honest,” he panted, “I just kind of made all that up as I went along.”

“If not for your age, I’d never have guessed,” Dacey said. “Cuddle her while I put the kettle on.  Her mind can get all floaty, for want of a better word, when she’s been fucked like that, and coming down from that is easier if she’s being treated like a princess during it.”

Daemon reached over to find Mya lying flat on her belly and pulled her over to him.  Her eyes were open but unfocused as he got her settled on his chest.

“Mya?” he asked softly, brushing her brown hair out of her face.

“Wasa,” she mumbled, sounding barely conscious.

Daemon just chuckled and ran his fingers through her hair, wrapping his other arm around her waist.  That had been some of the best sex of his life, and he was more than happy to coax her back to consciousness slowly and carefully if it was what she needed.  He had no idea if either of them would be down for more fun today or even if he’d be up for it, but he could already say that his first threesome had been an experience that he wanted to repeat.